Chapter 114
After a while, Butler Wen, who had gone out to investigate the situation, appeared in front of Rong Zhou. Seeing his master rubbing his temples, he felt reluctant to tell him the truth.
Rong Zhourong felt someone approaching without even opening his eyes. Without considering anyone else except the housekeeper, he asked directly, "What happened outside? Such a huge energy suddenly erupted."
"Well...this." Butler Wen still hesitated.
"Speak." Rong Zhou opened his eyes and looked at the unhappy face of Butler Wen. He knew that it was definitely not a good thing, so he adjusted his mentality and asked again.
"Uncle Lu exchanged some bombs with a few humans who came in from outside, and then..." Wen Ci Qiu watched his master's face begin to darken. He had no choice but to continue, "Then Uncle Lu wanted to test the power of the bombs, so he used all of them to blow up the weird things he touched. The bombs, coupled with Uncle Lu's instigation, then... then the weird things burst like soap bubbles."
As Wen Ci Qiu spoke, he thought of the old man's dusty appearance. He thought that he must have done it on purpose, as he had made himself look very embarrassed. According to the old man, he had not expected that the weirdo was so fragile.
You might say the old man didn't mean it. Although he was covered in dust and dirt, he was obviously very happy. His eyes were sparkling, as if he had found something interesting.
Wen Ci Qiu could feel the turbid energy in the air, and the master must be feeling uncomfortable.
Rong Zhou took a deep breath. How could his other side get into trouble? Couldn't he just be more peaceful? He'd been listening to operas every day for a while. "Let him come back."
Wen Ci Qiu didn't want to refute his master's words, and explained again: "Unless the master is willing to come back on his own, as a housekeeper, I cannot disobey the master's orders, including the master." The master can't handle himself, what else can he do?
Rong Zhou fell silent again. If he really listened to him, would that guy run away? He seriously suspected that it was a fake self. The real self should have obediently returned to his original form. Why would he cause so much trouble for himself?
"By the way, master, I exchanged things with people outside. One of the people exchanged things in the hope that his daughter's terminal illness would be cured." Wen Ci Qiu said the most unreasonable request in the most respectful words.
"He used the exchanged bomb to blow something up, and he wants me to clean up after him. This is a joke, absolutely impossible." Rong Zhou stood up and threw his sleeves in anger: "Mind your own business and stop bothering me."
Wen Ciqiu secretly exclaimed in his heart, "You have courage! Hold on!" Then he opened his mouth and said what the master had told him: "The master said that if the master doesn't treat him, the master will run away naked at night."
Lu Daju thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of anything to threaten the main body. Later, he realized that he was him and he was himself. He knew very well that he was a person who cared about his reputation, while he was a person who didn't want to be shameless.
If I run naked, it means he runs naked, so it's totally fine to use it as a threat.
Rong Zhou stopped walking and clenched his slender fingers in his sleeves. Very good, the threat was very useful.
Let's not talk about anything else, just talk about the game. Each profession has a great influence on the player's personality. At least this is the case with Rong Zhou. When he controls the Wanhua profession, he will be much more gentle, but when he plays the Mingjiao profession, he will unknowingly become a little unscrupulous, such as killing and robbing. This is definitely a problem of profession.
Now Rong Zhou definitely doesn't want to see his clone running naked on the road. The clone doesn't feel ashamed, but he can't afford to lose face.
Next time I catch him, I will skin him alive.
In the dark ancient town, outside a big house with red lanterns hanging on it, four big men stood by the red lanterns. They looked a little shriveled like chickens, and looked at the darkness with uneasy eyes.
The occasional dark shadows and prying eyes were not a pleasant experience, they were just like fragrant fried meat on the plate.
The red door creaked open, and the man in black who had just brought them in came out. This man had an imposing aura, very gentle and cold, and looked at everything with a hint of alienation.
He held a finger-long wooden sign with strange symbols engraved on it. He handed the sign to the giant and said, "Break this sign and you can teleport one person to the gate. It will only teleport the person with the sign once. Please keep it properly." The man in black nodded to them and went back to the mansion.
Looking at the closed red-painted door, the giant held the sign in his hand blankly. All the ammunition he brought this time was only enough to buy one chance, and he used this chance to get treatment because he had a daughter suffering from ALS, the most hopeless disease in the world. His daughter's ALS broke out when she was 5 years old. Now her limbs can't move, and she is desperately waiting for death to come every day.
When Dahei told him about his strange encounter, he only noticed that there was a magical medicine that could cure the disease, and he didn't even know the effect. He made up his mind to go along. The ammunition he carried was all his belongings, and he was quite nervous when he exchanged it for the small wooden sign in his hand.
The other three brothers patted him on the shoulders and said, "People who live here won't cheat us. Hannah will be fine."
It's true that being able to live next door to monsters and demons means he must be capable. I pray to God that Hannah will recover this time.
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Lu Daju held his son who had escaped again, and directed the ghosts under his command who had fully regained their human form to arrange accommodation for more than a dozen children. This ghost town was so big that it was no problem to accommodate 1,800 people, let alone these dozen little ghosts.
Only a dozen little ghosts were still crying. Only then did they realize that they were dead and could not go back to see their parents. Lu Daju had no time to play any tricks with them. He told them the truth as soon as possible. Either they would live in the ghost town, or their souls would be scattered.
"Cry, cry." The fat boy pointed at those people who were much older than him. Compared with the deserted house, he preferred the lively and bustling one.
Lu Daju poked the little fat boy's chubby belly with his hand: "Why didn't you come out earlier? The fireworks Dad just made were so beautiful, didn't you see them?"
Fat Shitou felt aggrieved. He also wanted to get out earlier, but his father was watching him too closely and he couldn't get out.
"Next time, call your sister out too, and Daddy will set off a super big firework for you to watch."
Shitou clapped his hands happily, and the flesh on his little face trembled.
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